This feeling this feeling I wish I could say,
I wish I could say what I so desperately need to say.
The words that are needed for me to be me,
Myself;
A person who longs to be free.

But I'm stuck standing still with a mouth full of glue,
Chewing the bit that I now belong to.
Meanwhile these words wreak havoc within,
Racing a mind that's stretching to thin.

The thoughts won't stop coming,
Slipping through time,
Flailing while falling,
Screaming in rhyme.

For every idea that I never say,
Countless thoughts turning ashen gray,
With feelings condemned behind tight lips,
Emotion never sways;

A heart of gristle that has become too tough.

I wonder now... I wonder still,
I wonder why I've this dreadful will,
I wonder how I'll take my days,
I wonder if I'll stay this way,
Trying hard to no success,
Falling, flying unto death.

A sprint and a hurdle;
A plotted course,
A course unchanging,
No remorse.
The sorrow instilled,
A monstrous force,
This course,
This course;
Eternal.

I cannot say of my will today,
The will that always burdens me.
Constant unyielding,
An unnerving eye,
The will of a passion I cannot describe.
It's the words that I mentioned,
The ones I cant say,
It's these words that imprison everything I might be.